The final stretch. I leave all alone. The body of years, now a pile of bones, you know. Oh, soul falls down. Can't stop trippin' on these. Oh, roads I go down. Can't press open to my heart. They're in the door, and my face on the page. Make my mark in the world, with a bat and a blade. It's a body of work, a secret never changed. Now it's a body of years, that you take to your grave. Just a body of years, that I leave all alone. Just a body of years, now a pile of bones. Like a sheet of veneer, Egypt is on my soul. Oh, soul falls down. Can't stop trippin' on these. Oh, roads I go down. Can't press open to my heart. Just a body of years. Soul falls down. Can't stop trippin' on these. Oh, roads I go down. It's just a body of years, that I leave all alone. Just a body of years, now a pile of bones. Like a sheet of veneer, Egypt is on my soul. Like a pile of ***, I can't seem to forget. Just a body of years, that I leave all alone. Tale, tale, diary pages. They unveil a ghost from the ages. When bodies of years were breaking from all of the weight. Tale, tale, diary pages. Tale, tale, diary pages. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh.